The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The wind here does not howl; it speaks, and I am writing this by the light of a tallow candle that sputters and dies with every gust, for I have no other way to tell you, Clara, that I am still alive, though the man who left London is dying in this frozen, mythic borderland of the Pale Kingdom. It is the fourteenth of October, 1893, and the cold is not merely a temperature but a presence, a...

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